There’s blanks in my life… How did we get to the camp site last night? What time did we leave? What did we do after seeing Islet? What is my mother’s maiden name? When will I, will I be famous?
To help fill in the blanks on this cryptic crossword called post-alcohol life, Tim Griff and myself elected to take an hour’s contemplation with our livers and walk into town for a Greasy Spoon breakfast because – This is how we rock… This is how we roll…

Day Two – Sunday (Dydd Sul). It was a noon start, and evident from this early on that today’s crowd was going to be bigger than yesterday.
One of those tireless workers behind the scenes, Ffion, was good enough to explain the origins of this neat little festival,
‘Gwyl Gardd Goll was first held in the Summer of 2007 after the founder, Dilwyn Llwyd, was inspired to explore the possibilities of staging a small music event in the slate amphitheatre in the historic Glynllifon gardens near Caernarfon after visiting them one glorious sunny afternoon,’ she continues, ‘That initial afternoon festival was a success and Gwyl Gardd Goll developed over the first few years into a two day music event with its main intention being to give people of all ages an opportunity to enjoy contemporary music together in beautiful, unique locations.’

I can’t see he says what he means, I can’t say he means what he says that I’ll pretend, I’ll pretty pretend, when all I want to see is the end of this.
I haven’t got a fucking clue what they’re on about, but I love that song (Cradle) anyway… and as it was played I had a premonition of Joy Formidable thrashing the living daylights out of their instruments (as they do), headlining some amazing festival (as they will), making an indecipherable unholy racket, until Ritzy (Rhiannon to her family) stops the noise and sings those ‘I can’t see…’ words and is drowned by the big roar of the crowd before the band slam into Cradle.

(review n pix by neil crud)
The Railway Institute shouldn’t be on Euston Road in Bangor, it should be on Quality Street, for that is what we were presented with here. The North By North Wales organisers were kind enough to take the hard toffee ones out of the tin first, to leave us with a delicious selection of individually wrapped sensations.